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nexus_crossings2019-03-12 09:13 pm
shardofwinter) wrote in nexus_crossings2019-03-12 09:13 pm
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The Silence of the Storm
Rations have been cut. Again. Everyone is on one bowl of watery soup a day. Sometimes with crackers, sometimes not. Most people are too tired and weak to do much more than sit around and talk, and nobody discourages them in the slightest. Work has to be rotated constantly as people weaken quickly, but the fires still need to burn, people still need to guard the cooks and rations, and the sick still need to be tended to. Soon the hardest job is keeping up morale while the big expedition comes back. All the gods and heavens of the multiverse help them if they don’t come back with supplies, and soon.
The boundaries have tightened to an almost suffocatingly small space. It doesn’t take much to imagine where they will be by the end of Winter, which at least makes planning a little easier. People are already relocating to deeper in the Plaza. Unfortunately it means that those who have enough energy to often end up fighting with their neighbours, as the close quarters tests everyone’s patience. There are a few spaces carved out for like minded people to shelter from the dreary situation. Mechanics and those like them have set up a nice little place close to the Crossroads Café, and a break area for those helping the sick is sheltered in a room behind the injured and ill. Zandros moves from groups to individuals, looking for help in creating some form of morale boosting display that will adhere to Isidor's instructions. People are surviving in whatever ways they can, but it's reaching breaking point.
((It's the Final Event Post, everyone! OOC Post is here! This is for those stuck at the hub while the Main Expedition is going on. There will be a second part to this post for the Return of the Expedition. In the meantime, have fun!))
The boundaries have tightened to an almost suffocatingly small space. It doesn’t take much to imagine where they will be by the end of Winter, which at least makes planning a little easier. People are already relocating to deeper in the Plaza. Unfortunately it means that those who have enough energy to often end up fighting with their neighbours, as the close quarters tests everyone’s patience. There are a few spaces carved out for like minded people to shelter from the dreary situation. Mechanics and those like them have set up a nice little place close to the Crossroads Café, and a break area for those helping the sick is sheltered in a room behind the injured and ill. Zandros moves from groups to individuals, looking for help in creating some form of morale boosting display that will adhere to Isidor's instructions. People are surviving in whatever ways they can, but it's reaching breaking point.
((It's the Final Event Post, everyone! OOC Post is here! This is for those stuck at the hub while the Main Expedition is going on. There will be a second part to this post for the Return of the Expedition. In the meantime, have fun!))
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The silence stretches on, and when Isidor does finally speak each word bites.
"That wasn't your choice to make."
But if Natasha agreed with her, this wouldn't have happened. So she continues, doing her best to ward off the ice in the pit of her stomach.
"We need her, Natasha. This wasn't something you could afford to gamble. If you had just told me! Told Blaze!" She unfolds her arms, pushing against the table to launch herself closer to Natasha. A flicker of hurt crosses her eyes, but only anger can be heard through her clenched teeth even as she whispers. "All we have is each other. All we can rely on is each other. And now...?"
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The choice and its consequences were placed onto Natasha's shoulders, personally. But how does one explain divine intervention from a god you didn't even know existed until she walked up to you in the shadows of a snowstorm and Made herself known? How does Natasha explain she's apparently faithful to this heretofore unknown deity and that that fact terrifies her to her core?
"One of the spirits in this spiritually overcrowded place picked me specifically to make the choice. Leaked Reynard's intentions to me. That was how I knew what was going to happen. Not heresay or whispers. It's also how I found out I'm apparently tied up with a Goddess I didn't even know I was worshiping until this Winter."
If Natasha's own actions disgusted herself, that admission is even harder still to admit to. Her skin crawls with the possibilities because she still knows nothing about the Spirit from the shadows.
"I tried for weeks to find another way out of this. Any other way. But you look me in the face and tell me if your brother's life was on the line you'd trust any other hands but your own and then tell me my math was wrong. Because it was. All of the lives here were at risk."
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"If you'd have talked to me I could have made sure your plan worked," she snaps. "Now... what? Where is she? Do you even know if there's a chance she can still be saved?"